Molly crouched behind a bush, peering through the fence at the vibrant chaos of the birthday party. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and a clown was attempting to juggle while a group of kids shrieked with laughter. Bill, her partner in crime, adjusted his oversized sunglasses and leaned against the fence. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked, scratching his head. “I mean, it’s a kids’ party. What if they have, like, a security detail? A bunch of six-year-olds with cake-fueled energy?” Molly rolled her eyes. “Bill, it’s a birthday party. The only security detail here is that clown, and I doubt he’s packing heat. Look at him! He can barely keep those balls in the air.” “Yeah, but what if he’s a retired cop or something? You know how they always say clowns are just undercover agents?” “Right, because that’s the most logical explanation for a guy in face paint and floppy shoes. Focus, Bill! We’re here for the loot, not a conspiracy theory.” “Okay, okay. But what’s the plan? We can’t just waltz in there and grab the presents. They’ll notice.” Molly smirked. “That’s where you’re wrong. We’re not just waltzing in. We’re going to blend in. You’re going to put on this.” She held up a bright pink party hat adorned with glitter. “Seriously? A party hat? What am I, a piñata?” “Exactly! You’ll be the piñata. While the kids are distracted trying to hit you, I’ll grab the presents. It’s foolproof!” Bill sighed, adjusting the hat on his head. “Foolproof? More like ‘foolish.’ What if they actually try to hit me?” “Then you’ll just have to dodge. You’re agile, right? Like a gazelle.” “A gazelle? More like a sloth on roller skates. But fine, I’ll be the piñata. What’s your role?” “I’ll be the distraction. I’ll start a game of ‘Pin the Tail on the Donkey’ and get all the kids involved. While they’re busy, you make your move.” “Great. So I’m the piñata and you’re the ringleader. What’s next? Do I get a candy-filled belly?” “Only if you’re lucky. Now, remember, we need to be quick. The parents will be watching, and we can’t afford to get caught.” “Caught? I’m more worried about being mistaken for a real piñata. I don’t want to end up with a kid swinging a bat at me!” Molly chuckled. “Just think of it as an immersive experience. You’ll be the life of the party!” “Yeah, until I’m the life of the hospital. What if they have a dog? You know how kids love to bring their pets to parties.” “Then you’ll just have to charm the dog. You’ve seen enough dog videos online, right? Just throw a stick or something.” “Right, because I’m a dog whisperer now. What’s next? You want me to juggle?” “Only if you want to impress the kids. Now, let’s get ready. The sooner we start, the sooner we can get out of here with our haul.” “Fine, but if I get hit, I’m blaming you.” “Deal! Now, let’s go make some birthday magic happen!”